"Kekekekeke————"
The hearty laughter filled every corner of the Netherworld Realm, drawing the attention of countless cultivators.
The joy and sorrow of people are not interconnected, and the laughter of Lu Bei's pride sounded particularly harsh to the ears of the Zhonggong Emperor.
His plan had been thwarted once more, and it was the kind that spanned countless eons, a tactic already lying in wait for his arrival. He thought he had anticipated everything, only to realize at the crucial moment that the Master of Myriad Paths had already predicted his prediction.
One was racking their brains, while the other was nonchalant. The immense disparity once again crushed his Taoist heart.
Could it be that I, never once will triumph?
The breathing of the Zhonggong Emperor halted as a mountainous pressure overwhelmed him, rendering that peak so towering, so insurmountable, and his wavering Taoist heart was tightly enveloped by a cloud named despair.